Chapter 17

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MARKS POV

I open the door and I see Gerard and Patrick smiling at me.

"Hey guys," I say. Gerard pushes past me, telling me that he really badly has to pee. I let him past and he rushes off to the bathroom. Patrick meanwhile waits patiently until I step aside and let him past. I turn to ad start to close the door, when I see a glint of green out the corner of my eye. I look back and see Jacks small figure waiting patiently to be let in.

"Can I- uh- can I come in?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper, but with a small smile on his face.

"Oh God!! Jack I'm sorry! I didn't see you standing there! Of course you can come in!" I say with embarrassment. I swing the door wide open for Jack and he walks in quickly. I shut the door and lead the way to the kitchen where I find Patrick and Gerard sitting next to each other on the breakfast bar stools.

JACKS POV

Mark turns to shut the door when he stops and looks back at me, his face red with embarrassment.

"Can I- uh- can I come in?" I say shyly, but I feel a small smile implant itself on my lips.

"Oh God!! Jack I'm sorry! I didn't see you standing there! Of course you can come in!" he says quickly. He opens the door as wide as it can go and stands out of my way. I walk in quickly. He shuts the door and leads the way to the kitchen where we find Gerard and Patrick sitting a bit too close to each other to just be friends. 'I ship it' I think to myself.

A/N :( Guys for those of you who wish to kill me for doing this (if you haven't worked it out, Gerard and Patrick are going out) I don't blame you, I don't actually ship it, I just tried to make the story interesting. But I promise it will be over by chapter 20 – 25. So deal.)

GERARD'S POV

I quickly push past Mark once he opens the door wide enough, giving him the excuse that I really have to piss. Instead I walk in and take a seat at the kitchen bench. After about twenty seconds, Patrick walks in and takes the seat to the right of me. I drag him and the chair closer to me. He jumps slightly and looks at me, his cheeks bright red and the cutest smile on his face. But we quickly look away from each other when Mark and Jack enter the room. 'Shit,' I think, 'they weren't there long enough to talk. They need to get over the fact what happened in the past stays in the past. Looks like it's time for plan B.'

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